Katelina jolted at the familiar voice and found herself staring at a bald vampire. The goatee and tribal tattoo on his face gave him the air of an ex-con, and the clothes didn't help; faded jeans and a tank top. It was Micah, a vampire who'd been in Oren's coven. But he was in America - wasn't he?
She tried to come to terms with what she was seeing. "What are you doing here?"
Suddenly, a cherub faced teenager with black curly hair skidded through the nearest doorway. Loren was dressed in a flannel shirt that was tied off under the stump of his left arm. Katelina's shock at the missing limb faded as a memory replayed in her mind. It was during the attack on the Citadel. Oren was nowhere to be seen and Loren, Micah and Traven had dropped through the ceiling. As the teen raced to place a wa
